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Previously on
"Elementary"...

Still don't understand
why you wouldn't

let Lin sell this place.

This was more than
just our home for six years.

This was our
laboratory.

Our sanctum sanctorum.

So when are you gonna
tell Sherlock?

- Tell him what?
- That you aren't happy in London.

I'm fine.

I know you want her here.

I want her here,
too.

It doesn't mean
that she belongs here.

Don't pack. Stay.
It could be good for you.

You said in London
that you missed it here.

- What about you?
- I could stay, too.

I'm here to surrender myself.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I'm wanted for the murder
of Michael Rowan.

Mr. Holmes.

I'm Assistant Director Eagen.

Yes, I, uh...
I am aware.

I did, after all,
request you, specifically.

Ten hours ago,
I might add.

I was beginning
to think your underlings

hadn't delivered my message.

You're lucky
I'm here at all.

Confessed killers don't usually
get to demand an audience

with the head
of the New York field office.

And yet, you came.

Mr. Holmes, you're wanted
for the murder of Michael Rowan.

As I understand it,
you understood you'd be arrested

for that murder,
should you ever

step foot
in the United States again.

So this is how it's gonna go.

You said you had a statement

that you could
only deliver to me?

Let's have it.

Then we'll get you downstairs
for processing,

and you can call an attorney.

No.

Excuse me?

Shortly before you came in,

the electromagnetic whine
in that camera stopped.

I can also tell

that there's no one
behind that mirror.

The fact that you've ensured
our privacy tells me

that you know I am
Morland Holmes's son.

Why would that matter?

One of the side effects

of spending the last year
in proximity to my father

is that I became more aware
of his business dealings.

For instance,
I learned that he once bribed

an assistant
director of the FBI.

In exchange for
his generosity,

you agreed not to look into
an illicit real estate deal

which had come up in an
unrelated investigation.

I'm sure that
your superiors

would be interested
to know that.

And they would easily find proof
of the transaction

should they receive a tip.

What do you want?

A personal matter requires that
I stay in New York for a while.

The charges against me
need to go away.

So in a moment, you're going
to walk out of the room,

and you're going to release
me on my own recognizance.

The FBI will then
issue a statement

saying it made a mistake.

You've realized

that I provided
a false confession

in a misguided attempt
to protect my partner,

who is also innocent.

In particular,
you will ensure that the NYPD

appreciates the gravity
of your error.

Any shadow of suspicion
over myself or Ms. Watson

must be gone.

You do know you'd be exposing

your father
to criminal charges, too.

He can take it.

Can you?

This is a nightmare.

I have a buyer flying in
from Abu Dhabi today.

That's a 14-hour flight.

I can't exactly tell him
to turn around.

He's three-quarters
of the way here.

Mr. Balfour, I swear,
nothing like this

has ever happened before.

And how does that help me?

I paid your people
to move the sculpture

from my storage unit
into the showroom

so I could present it
to my buyer.

That is an original
Lance Petra.

Do you have any idea
how much it's worth?

Nothing.

Nothing is what
it's worth now.

Meanwhile, the fuel that
my buyer is burning coming here

costs more than
what you make in a year.

I wanted to go to the Harlem
storage place, but no.

The buyer needed
to be near the airport.

14-hour flight, and he can't
just drive into the city.

Call your boss!

I have been trying,
but he hasn't answered.

I will try him
again right now.

First thing that you tell him
when he picks up?

Your insurance here
better be astronomical.

Virgil?

*ELEMENTARY*
Season 07 Episode 03

Episode Title :
"The Price of Admission"

"Virgil Gwinn."

He was our New York
site manager.

And you're his boss?

I oversee all of
Krypsona's locations

in Europe and the U.S.

You sure it's him?

A scar on his hand.

Loading dock incident
some months ago.

So if this was an accident,
it's not the facility's first.

Have I done something
to offend you, Mr. Holmes?

You said on the phone
that you required assistance

with a problem.

I wouldn't be here at all
were it not

for your relationship
with my father.

Had you mentioned
that your problem

was a corpse, I would have said,
"No. Call the police."

You're familiar with the
nature of our business?

Yeah. Krypsona is a storage
facility for the rich and shady.

You qualify as
a foreign-trade zone,

meaning as long as the items

coming into the country
remain here,

they are considered outside
the purview of U.S. Customs,

subject to neither
inspection nor import tax.

And such a designation attracts
a clientele of art smugglers,

tax evaders
and money launderers.

Our clients have secrets.

We offer discretion.

Hmm. And should this turn
into a homicide investigation,

you might prefer to give them
a heads-up, would you?

Didn't your security system
capture what happened?

Uh, we looked when
the body was found.

Our system was shut off
for some reason last night.

You didn't think
that was worth mentioning?

Well, I was hoping
it wasn't related.

Virgil Gwinn was probably
hoping not to be murdered.

Murdered.
You're certain?

Wool, matching that
of Gwinn's suit.

Whatever happened last night,
it didn't start in here.

That is a dental crown

belonging
to Mr. Gwinn.

He was attacked here,

and then carried
into the showroom,

where his death was staged
to look like an accident.

Do you plan to treat
my clients as suspects?

Everyone's a suspect.
Your employees are suspect.

You're a suspect.

Wha... I called you.

You wouldn't be the first killer

to bring me in
out of pure swank.

A retired colorman
once did so

after asphyxiating his wife
and her lover.

I found them in a well
in his garden.

That being said,
on a fundamental level,

Krypsona is a facility
where valuables are stored,

and Mr. Gwinn was charged
with protecting them.

And I'm sure the NYPD

will want to determine
if anything is missing,

in case he was killed
during a theft.

You're contacting them now?

No. I'm contacting my partner.

She'll call them.

As far as anyone need know,
you called looking for me,

but... you found her instead,
all right?

And I suppose they'll want
a list of our clients' names?

- Yeah.
- Well, I can't give them one.

I'm contractually forbidden.

Well, in that case,
you'll be given a court order,

absolving you of any need
for confidentiality.

Now, before the police
get here, I need copies

of all of this facility's
security video.

The killer might have avoided
the cameras last night,

but who knows what I'll find
on previous days?

Sherlock?

Up here!

All the furniture's back.

While you and Marcus were
at Krypsona, I took the liberty

of having our things
delivered from storage.

I was only gone a few hours.

You think I would
hire slow movers?

My only quibble is damage
to some of the cables.

Our belongings are the tools
of our trade, Watson.

We need them
to do our work.

Because, apparently,
we're taking cases now.

A dead body came over
our transom.

I decided not to throw it back.

Speaking of which...

It's like you said.

Virgil Gwinn's death
looks like a homicide.

Eugene thinks
that his neck was broken

before he was crushed
under the sculpture.

The killer wanted it
to look like an accident.

And Krypsona's shadowy
client list?

Marcus got a court order.
They handed it over.

So he's been calling
each of the clients

to see if police
can inspect their units.

So far, no one is cooperating.

As predicted.

He also posted unis
at the facility.

So if anyone tries to get into
their unit without the police,

they'll be stopped
and we'll hear about it.

How about you?

Anything interesting
in the footage?

Many things.
Or rather, many non-things.

The night of Gwinn's murder
is not the first time

someone tampered with
the security system at Krypsona.

I've found gaps in the footage
going back over a year.

So we're looking
at a string of break-ins.

Last night was the first
time they caught on?

It's got to be
an inside job, right?

That's how
they're turning off the cameras.

Either that,
or the killer was a professional

with the right expertise.

I'm still reviewing
the footage, so...

It's too soon to say.

So, now can we talk about why

you didn't get on a plane
to London yesterday?

Change of heart.

I thought you and I both agreed

that you can't stay here.
The FBI...

They're already aware
of my presence.

Turned myself in yesterday.

Wha...?

What if your
plan backfired?

- What if they arrested you?
- They didn't.

- Why risk it?
- Because questions still remain

about what happened
to the captain.

Patrick Meers
was not acting alone.

Someone or some group
were pulling his strings.

We both know I can't
return to London

with things as they are,

and we can't investigate
properly with me slinking about.

What's the latest
on the captain?

He's stable.

I mean, he still has to
be intubated, though,

so they're keeping
him sedated.

It's Marcus.
One of Krypsona's clients

has agreed to let the
police inspect his unit.

I've been
invited to join.

We appreciate you
helping us out, Mr. Cutler.

Seems like a lot
of the renters here aren't keen

on the police looking
through their stuff.

I have got nothing
to hide, Detective.

Can I ask why

you keep your coins
in a foreign trade zone?

I picked most of them up
in other countries,

and they're worth
a lot of money.

Most of them are gold.

If I never bring
them through Customs,

then I don't have
to declare them.

It's perfectly legal.

I-I'm not a criminal.
I'm just cheap.

And it's just as easy

to admire them here
as it is at home.

Some of the locks have been
picked on these cases.

You can see the scratches.

Over here, too.

Someone pried
these open.

Probably with a screwdriver.

Got to think the perp
was our doer, right?

He was ripping off
these storage units

when the site manager
caught him in the act.

Do us a favor,
Mr. Cutler,

and write us up a list of
everything you find missing.

I'd be happy to, except
so far, everything's here.

You sure?

I'll have to go
through it all,

but from what I can see,
nothing's missing.

That doesn't
make any sense.

I mean, even if you don't know
anything about coins,

you can see that these
are worth stealing.

And given the number of locks
that were picked,

whoever broke in here
stuck around for a while.

So why go through all that
trouble and not take anything?

Thanks for the lift.

Yeah. Hey, any chance you
have a printer set up inside?

Supposed to meet Chantal at
a comedy club in 20 minutes,

and I forgot to print our
tickets off the website.

It would save me from having
to stop somewhere else,

miss half the show.

Um, well, just tell me
the site's address,

and I'll print them out.
You can wait here.

I would, but it's probably
gonna take me a dozen tries

to remember my password.

I could just come
inside and do it.

Joan.

I know he's here.

I hope you brought
some food, Watson.

No food.

Just company.

He knew you were here.

I realize this puts you
in an awkward spot, Marcus.

It's been a year, man.

You really gonna
leave me hanging?

You knew I was here
the whole time, didn't you?

It was the captain.

I knew you'd come.

I was counting on it.

It's good to see you.

I was disappointed to hear
about the Marshals,

but... I do understand.

Be grateful.

If I was a federal officer
right now,

I'd have to arrest you.

On that count, you won't be

abetting a fugitive
for too long.

Wheels are in motion to clear me
in the eyes of the law.

Do I even want to know?

Probably never.

Then what?
You back?

We haven't talked
about that yet.

We were only planning
to see this

Patrick Meers thing
through.

This just came up.

Watson texted me about
the storage unit you examined.

The man's coin collection
was rifled but not robbed?

I think
I have an explanation.

You'll recall I discovered gaps
in the security footage

that we received from Krypsona.

Well, I've since discovered
a related pattern elsewhere

in the financial records
of our flattened victim.

Well, according to these,

Virgil Gwinn bought a lake house
in Saskatchewan last year.

And then this year,
he bought a $100,000 Tesla

and a luxury cruise.

Note the dates.

Each of his
extravagant purchases

was made shortly after
one of the gaps in the footage.

So every time the cameras
went off, Virgil got richer.

He was the one disabling
the security system

because he was stealing
from people's units.

Not exactly.

I don't think he was
stealing objects.

I think he was
after information.

Krypsona caters
to clients with secrets.

If secrets were all
an intruder was after,

then it would
explain why none

of Edward Cutler's coins
were taken.

You think
Virgil was going

through people's units to
see what they were hiding.

If he found a good secret,
he'd use it to shake down the client?

Yeah.
He was a blackmailer.

And if I'm right,
he was killed by one of his victims.

Hey. Ready to go?

Mm-hmm.

So that's
Captain Dwyer?

Strange seeing someone else
in that office.

He's the C.O. at the 12th.

He's going to cover
both squads...

Half tour here,
half tour there...

Until we know more
about Captain Gregson.

He's getting briefed
on all our open cases.

Pretty sure you
and I are next.

Do we know anything
about him?

I hear he's a good boss.

You don't get tapped
in a situation like this

if you aren't.

When I texted my buddy
at the 12th,

all he said was that
Dwyer doesn't mince words.

What does that mean?

Guess we're about
to find out.

Detective Bell,
you're up.

Uh, Captain Dwyer,
this is Joan Watson.

Hello.

I forget. You the one
who murdered that guy,

or was it your partner?

Between us,
I don't care.

The guy was a twist.
I'm glad he's dead.

- Thanks.
- I've been on the job 40 years.

You're my first
consulting detective.

I think it's nuts, by the way,

working cases
with civilians,

but this isn't my house;
it's Tommy's,

and it isn't like
there's any arguing

with your results, am I right?

Shall we?

Uh, actually, Captain,
we set everything up

in the conference
room for you.

"Set everything up"?

What the hell
is all this?

You asked for a briefing
on the case.

Yeah, briefing.

- This look brief to you?
- No, but...

Look, I'm a 30,000-foot guy.

I only need details
when I need them.

Right now I'm running two squads
instead of one.

It's a homicide.
You got a handle on it?

Early days, but we think so.

Good. Let me know
if that changes.

Otherwise, Tommy trusts you.

That's good enough for me.

First impressions of
our interim captain?

It's hard to say.

The meeting was so quick.

So did he grasp why we suspect
Virgil Gwinn was murdered

by one of Krypsona's
clientele?

Actually, we never got that far.

Something about Captain Dwyer
being a 30,000-foot guy.

- What does that mean?
- I think it's supposed to mean

the view from an airplane,

but he may as well have been
on one, he sped by so fast.

But he said he trusts us.

Well, then I suppose he'll do.

So I've managed to eliminate

all but one of these individuals
as a suspect.

Noam Alsberg is,
according to my source,

a money launderer for a Serbian gang,
and they are in the habit

of disappearing their victims.

So they wouldn't have left
Virgil's body to be found.

Hmm. These three
are cooperating

with the investigation,
so it's unlikely

they've got anything to hide
worth blackmailing.

These two may well
have something to hide,

but they are Krypsona's
newest clients.

I didn't find any gaps
in the security footage

between the time they moved in

and the time of the murder.

Meaning Virgil hadn't gotten
around to searching their units

in order to blackmail them.

You said you eliminated
all but one.

Aura Swenson, heiress to the
Swenson Construction fortune,

but money's not the only
thing in her inheritance.

Her father, Harold Swenson,

built one of the world's
largest construction companies

by doing business primarily
in Africa and the Middle East.

His vocation allowed him
to indulge his avocation:

everywhere he built
roads and bridges,

he procured religious artifacts.

I remember
hearing about this.

He wanted to build a museum
focusing on the religions

that came out of the region,

but he died before
he had the chance.

Mm. His daughter has decided
to carry on her father's dream.

Says here the dad got
in trouble with the Feds

about ten years back.

He was caught importing
looted antiquities,

got off with a...

slap on the wrist
and a minor fine.

Afterwards, he claimed to stay
on the straight and narrow.

So you think his collection

is being kept in
his daughter's unit.

But if it's so squeaky clean,

then why is it in a
foreign trade zone,

and why won't he cooperate
with the murder investigation?

If the Swenson family is still
in possession of looted goods,

it would count
as a second offense.

She could get prison time.

Secret worthy of blackmail
and, by extension, murder.

Well, we can't prove any of this
without access to her unit.

And these articles aren't going
to get us a search warrant.

I could talk to Captain Dwyer,

try to put some pressure
on Aura Swenson,

but I'm not liking our chances.

There might be another way
we could test the theory.

According to these articles,
she engaged an appraiser

to inventory
her father's collection.

The appraiser's
website, however...

fails to list her
as a client.

That's a curious
omission, isn't it,

given the notoriety
of the Swenson name?

So you think he's distancing
himself from her for a reason.

Well, she likely
won't cooperate.

Perhaps the
appraiser will.

Detective Bell?

Hi. And Miss Watson.
Hello.

You said on the phone
that you wanted to talk

- about the Swenson collection?
- That's right.

Go ahead and come back
into my office with me.

I just want to be clear
right out of the gate

that I wanted no
part of that mess.

When you say "mess,"
Mr. Florenti,

are you talking about
looted antiquities

or the murder
of Virgil Gwinn?

Wait, murder?

Virgil, the site manager
at Krypsona? He's dead?

You knew him?

To say hello.

I-I couldn't remove anything
from the building,

so I had to examine
the collection there.

We have reason to believe
that his murder

and the collection are related.

We were hoping
that you can confirm

that some of
the Swenson antiquities

were smuggled
into the country illegally.

Are you saying you think
Aura Swenson killed him?

If we were
thinking that,

would we be off base?

You asked if I saw
looted antiquities.

Yeah, I did.

That's what
I wanted no part of.

A lot of the Swenson collection
comes from a border territory

between Ethiopia
and its neighbor, Eritrea.

I worked in that region
for years, so Aura hired me

for my expertise.

Eritrea used to be
part of Ethiopia,

but they declared independence
25 years ago,

and the two countries
have been at war ever since.

There hasn't been any

government-sanctioned
archaeology

in the region during
that time, so...

when I saw that Harold Swenson

had brought in pieces
less than five years ago...

You knew they had
to have been looted.

I don't think Aura knew.

She just inherited
everything from her dad.

But when I told her,
she offered to pay me

to forge papers of provenance.

She wanted you to cover up
her father's crimes.

I told her I wouldn't,

and she was furious.

I quit on the spot.

Would you be willing
to tell a judge everything

you just told us?

It could help police
secure a search warrant.

Of course. Actually,

looks like we won't
need a warrant.

Aura Swenson's lawyer
just called the precinct.

They've agreed to give us
full access to her unit.

So you're admitting

to everything
your appraiser told us?

That several of these items
are missing the paperwork

needed to bring them legally
into the U.S.?

All right,
you realize you're confessing

to a federal crime,
and confirming a motive

to kill Virgil Gwinn?

What motive is that?

We think Virgil Gwinn knew
you had looted items in here,

items you could
go to prison for,

and that he was blackmailing you
to keep it secret.

We can't speak to anything
that transpired

between this man
and Aura's father.

It's possible Harold
was being blackmailed,

but... this is the first
we're hearing of it.

The fact is, I let
you in here to prove

that I wasn't
committing any crime.

And since that's the case,
there's nothing

that... I could be
blackmailed over, either.

I'm confused.
How could your father

have been susceptible
to blackmail, but not you?

You just said that the
looted items are still here.

Because we finalized a deal
with the Ethiopian government

this morning that obviates any
crimes on Ms. Swenson's part.

Care to explain
how a deal

with a foreign country
saves you from facing charges

on U.S. soil?

A few months ago,
the U.N. brokered a peace deal

between Ethiopia
and Eritrea,

ending a lengthy conflict.
With the fighting over,

Ethiopia now has a chance
to repair its infrastructure.

Which just happens to be
your family's line of work.

In exchange for
Swenson Construction's

generous assistance

building new housing,
parks and power plants,

Ethiopia has agreed to
donate any and all items

that might have been looted
to the Swensons' museum.

And since none
of the items

in here have left
the foreign trade zone...

Technically, none of these items
have been smuggled

into the country illegally.

So this deal makes it legal?

And since this deal has been
in the works for weeks,

Ms. Swenson had no motive
to kill any blackmailer.

That's the first time I've heard
of a country giving an alibi.

This all looks legit,
but I'm no expert,

and there's a lot
of inventory in there.

It'd be nice to know if this
really means there's nothing

Ms. Swenson could've been
blackmailed over.

I'll call the department's
art expert,

ask him to help us
go through it.

We should also make
sure this really came

from the Ethiopian
government.

I'll call Sherlock and ask him
to swing by the consulate.

- EAGEN
Eagen.

Assistant Director,
it's Sherlock Holmes.

You shouldn't be calling me.

I wouldn't be if my situation
was resolved.

I'm working on it.

Well, work faster.

I'm not sure how much longer

I can be trusted
to keep your secret.

24 hours, and it'll be done.

Excuse me.

Hello. Um, my name's
Sherlock Holmes.

I've got an appointment to speak
with consul. Isn't that her?

Mr. Holmes,
I recognize the name.

I'm sorry, but the consul
has been called to the U.N.

She'll have to
reschedule.

Is everything all right?

This went out to
the press an hour ago.

It should explain everything.

Hey. How did it go
with the Ethiopian consul?

She wasn't able to speak.

She was called away
on urgent business.

Her prime minister
just pulled out

of a peace deal with Eritrea.

Really?

That means something to you?

Yeah. I was about to call you.

I think I may know why
they pulled out

of the peace deal,
and if I'm right,

it might tell us why
Virgil Gwinn was murdered.

I'm listening.

The Swenson collection
included a journal

written by an archaeologist
in 1928.

So there is this one entry:
he and his team are digging in

what is now the disputed area
between Ethiopia and Eritrea.

So he wrote that they
came across "bitumen seepage"

and the "odor of methane gas."

You're thinking antiquities
aren't the only thing

people dig for in that region
worth killing over.

Bitumen and methane
are indicators of fossil fuels.

So what if Virgil
went digging for dirt

in Swenson's collection,
and instead

struck oil?

Where did you
get this?

It's funny, we were gonna
ask you the same thing.

That is a copy of a page from
an archaeologist's journal.

We got it from
Aura Swenson.

It was in her father's
collection of antiquities.

Now, the archaeologist
described

what he thought could be oil
along the border

between your country
and Eritrea.

An area which,
up until yesterday,

your country agreed
to hand over to Eritrea

as part of a peace deal.

We can't help thinking
it's all related,

this info about the oil

and your prime minister suddenly
refusing to give up the land.

I must admit,
I am a bit puzzled.

Why are the affairs
of two African nations

- of any concern to the NYPD?
- Because they're relevant

to a homicide investigation.

We're looking into the murder
of a man named Virgil Gwinn.

Maybe you've heard of him?

Well, we think Mr. Gwinn
came across that journal

in a storage unit where the
Swensons' collection is held.

We also think he tried to sell
the information in it

to your country.

Maybe you liked the information
but not the price.

So you took it
and you had him killed instead.

I believe this conversation
just ended.

You probably don't want
word of oil in the region

getting around, right?

For example,
I'm thinking Eritrea

would be very interested
to hear about it.

Their consulate's
just down the street, isn't it?

In truth, you're
only partly right

about what you have said.

My country was alerted
to the possibility

of oil in the region,

and that is why
we rejected

the peace deal.

As I understand it,

our prime minister
received a copy of this same

journal directly
from a high-level

business associate, but...

where that man acquired it,

or whether he knew
your murder victim,

I cannot say.

Obviously, you've heard
of the Swenson family

and you know about the agreement
to donate antiquities to them

in exchange for help
from their construction company.

Yes, but I was unaware
of any connection

between the Swensons' collection
and this information.

What I can say
with great certainty

is that no one
from my government

ordered any murder.

We'll need the name

of your prime minister's
business associate.

I can give you that,

as long as you'll agree

not to divulge
what you know to Eritrea.

She gave us the name
of a prominent

Ethiopian businessman.
Apparently, he's the one

who passed the info
in the journal

on to their prime minister.

Well, that's progress.

You seem troubled.

The consul doesn't
seem to think

there's a connection
between the information

reaching her government
and Virgil Gwinn's murder.

Her ignorance of such matters
doesn't disprove them.

Well, I looked into where
the journal came from.

It's been sitting
in the Swenson collection,

gathering dust,
for a decade.

Before then,
Harold Swenson bought it

from a private collector
in Italy,

who had been holding
onto it for 75 years.

So we agree, the timing,
probably not a coincidence.

So what's troubling?

Well, after hearing
what she said,

we don't think Virgil's
the one who sold it.

We've been through his life.

He wasn't a traveler.
He didn't have foreign friends.

Mostly, he stuck to
the people he grew up with.

He didn't strike us as the type
who was rubbing elbows

with high-level
Ethiopian businessmen.

You're right,
he probably wasn't.

So why don't you seem troubled?

Because I can't help
remembering,

you've already met someone

connected to Virgil's
place of work,

with access to
the Swensons' collection,

and the proper contacts
in Ethiopia.

You think I killed Virgil Gwinn?

I told you,
I barely knew him.

You did, but we're
guessing you said that

because you realized that
we might see the two of you

on Krypsona's
surveillance video.

Now, we looked at the
footage pretty closely.

We couldn't make out
what you were saying,

but that's mostly because
you and Virgil

would go into Ms. Swenson's unit
whenever you talked,

presumably because there
were no cameras in there.

You're imagining things.

Are we?

'Cause if so, our imaginations
are pretty thorough.

Here's how we figure
it went down.

You discovered the
archaeologist's journal

while you were working
on the Swensons' collection,

you saw the info about oil,
and decided to sell it to Ethiopia.

You mentioned you lived there.
We checked,

and some of the work
you did was directly

for the Ethiopian government,
so you would've known

the right people to get
the information to.

Then along comes
Virgil Gwinn.

Thanks to Krypsona's cameras,
he had eyes on everything there.

He must have caught you
sneaking that journal out

and back in, had at least
a sense of what you were doing,

and demanded a cut.

But you weren't down
for being blackmailed.

So you arranged
to meet him at Krypsona.

You made sure he disabled
the cameras

and erased any proof
of what you'd done,

and then you killed him.

I already told you,
I quit working

for Aura Swenson weeks ago.

I didn't even have access
to the building anymore.

Virgil could have let you in.

Or you could have used
your own key card.

According to Krypsona's records,
you never turned it in.

I guess I threw it out.

Look...

now that you have
laid it all out,

I guess I understand
why you suspect me.

But... you're suggesting
I would sabotage a peace deal

for personal profit?

Tens of thousands of
people have already died

in the fighting between
Ethiopia and Eritrea.

What you are accusing
me of is inhuman.

Virgil was killed three
nights ago, right?

Tuesday?
That's right.

I was at the Amore Opera
with some friends.

La Traviata.

We even went out
for drinks afterward.

I'm sure you'll want
their names.

Marcus called.
Florenti's alibi checked out.

Plus, we can't find
any connection between

him and the
business associate

who supplied the journal,
or any communication

between Florenti
and his contacts in Ethiopia.

As far as we can tell,
he hasn't even set foot

in an Ethiopian restaurant.

You and Marcus
looked him in the eye.

Are you convinced
of his guilt?

Honestly,
when he gave us his alibi,

it felt like he was taunting us.

Well, his alibi certainly
doesn't clear him.

His Ethiopian contacts

could have sent someone
to kill Gwinn.

Mm, a hit man.

So, I reached out to some
friends at the State Department

and at Interpol,
requesting the names

of any international "fixers"
with ties to Ethiopia.

I've also written to my father.

He's the head of a
global crime syndicate,

so he might have
some insights.

I'm just awaiting responses.

Speaking of your father,

have you heard from his pal,
the assistant director?

I spoke to him yesterday.

He assures me that my
exculpation is imminent.

So, it occurs to me

that you and I should
talk about the future.

Specifically, our plans
beyond the resolution

of the Patrick Meers case.

Well, I just assumed
we'd return to London.

Yeah, we might,
but we wouldn't have to.

I mean, we could,

if we so choose,
resume our work at the 11th.

You said that staying in London
was important to you.

Yeah, it was,
but I'd e lying if I said

that being here
didn't stir up certain feelings.

Anyway, when my name is cleared,
I can travel as I please.

Our consultancy
could become bicontinental.

You mean work with the NYPD
and Scotland Yard?

We have the means.

Okay.

Thanks.

Oh, I'm just being selfish.

I want it all.

Always do.

I'll see you in the morning.

Ugh. What is that?

Eritrean national anthem.

It's quite rousing,
isn't it?

Oh, obviously it was to me.

Heard back from my father.

Well, I take it
he had some thoughts

on the hit man from Ethiopia.

He had a good deal more
to offer than that.

He proposed an entirely
different theory of the crime.

A theory so depraved,
it took him to think of it.

I'm listening.

Ethiopia is not
the only nation to benefit

from learning about the oil.

Eritrea?

Okay, explain that.
If Ethiopia holds onto the land,

they get the oil.

Wouldn't Eritrea be
the losers in all this?

Its citizens, perhaps,
but not its leaders.

Since declaring independence
25 years ago,

Eritrea has suffered
under a single despotic regime

accused of numerous
human rights violations.

The government has repeatedly
postponed national elections,

using the perpetual war
with Ethiopia as an excuse.

So, they need to keep
the war going

in order to stay in power.

Should they be so unlucky
as for peace to break out,

the regime's ouster
would be all but guaranteed.

So, you think the reason why
we haven't been able

to find the hit man
the Ethiopian government hired

is because Florenti
didn't sell the information

to Ethiopia;
he sold it to Eritrea.

From there,
it was a simple matter

of identifying
the global security firm

the Eritrean government
employed.

And that led me to the name
of a hired assassin,

who was in New York
at the time of the murder.

So now what do we do?

You... do nothing.

I've already made arrangements
for Mr. Florenti's undoing.

Hello.

Mr. Florenti, please come in.

I'm looking for
Mr. al-Maliki?

He asked me to inspect
some Iraqi artifacts.

It is a beautiful city,
isn't it?

It's home.

Yeah.

Sorry about the deception.

There is no Mr. Maliki.
I'm the one who called.

I work with the police.

You people still think
I killed Virgil Gwinn?

As a matter of fact,
I'm quite sure that you didn't.

- Really?
- Yeah.

This man did.

His name is Gavin Lund.

The Eritrean government
hired him to kill Gwinn

after you told them
Gwinn was a threat.

Here we go.

Gwinn knew about the journal
entry you had discovered,

which meant he could
expose their plan

to perpetuate war
with Ethiopia.

I was quite sure
you'd recognize Lund

if you had given him
your key card in person.

That's how he gained access
to Krypsona, is it not?

Once and for all, no,
I do not recognize this man.

And I don't have any idea
what you could poss...

- What the hell was that?
- Those are bullets.

Mr. Lund just tried
to kill you.

What?

Yeah, he's perched on
that balcony over there.

I made sure that he knew
about our meeting

and that you intended
to give a full confession.

Are you insane?

You should know,
my father owns this apartment.

Those windows are
bulletproof.

Well, bullet-resistant.

It's hard to tell how many
rounds they will withstand

before they start
getting through.

So, what are your options?

You could get outside
and make a run for it.

Oh, I don't think that's wise.
He's got a clear line of sight

from that balcony to the
building's entrance.

You could stay inside,
wait it out.

But I don't think
that's going to work, either,

'cause he's a pro.

I also gave him
every detail of your life,

so, eventually,
he's gonna find you.

What?!

Fortunately,
I have a way to guarantee

safe passage to the police,

where, if you agree,
you'll give a full confession.

Fine. Fine.
I'll do whatever you say.

Just-just get me out of here.

I see you're still alive,

so I take it
everything worked out.

Yes. Sebastian Florenti
is at the precinct confessing.

He confirmed my deduction
as to the hit man's identity.

He and Gavin Lund did meet.

But Florenti
didn't suspect

that the shooter was
just your friend?

No. Lund is presently
in Hamburg.

Interpol has issued a notice
to have him picked up.

So, I've been e-mailing
with Kitty,

And since it looks like
we're gonna be here a while,

I asked her to send
some things for me.

Do you want anything
from your place?

Is everything okay?

No.

Hey.

I told you to make
things right.

Oh, I see you got my text.

According to this,
a convicted killer

named Santos Oliva
left a letter

confessing to
Michael Rowan's murder,

and then he hanged
himself in his cell.

Yeah, Oliva fit the bill.

He was in the right area
the night Rowan died,

and he had the right sheet;
he'd killed before.

- He didn't kill Michael Rowan.
- Are you sure about that?

I thought all you knew was that
it wasn't you and Miss Watson.

Are you saying
you know more?

This is not what we discussed.

What did you think
was gonna happen?

Clearing your name
was one thing,

but both of you, no.

I had to put
the blame someplace.

Oh, and by the way,
Oliva wasn't the only one

who wrote a confession.

I've written one as well.

In it, I admit I took a bribe
from Morland Holmes.

A fact others can easily verify,
as you pointed out.

Only, according to my letter,
that bribe was in exchange

for clearing Michael Rowan's
real killer...

Joan Watson.

Now, you contact me again

or tell anyone what you know,

my letter goes public.

Oh, almost forgot.

Welcome home.

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